Pinking the Floyd

Pinking the Floyd

Date: 15 July 2006
Time: 1:45 AM
Songs Playing: Pink Floyd Songs

[Song Playing: Echoes, Pink Floyd, Meddle]

Actually after a very long time I am being very straight forward and non cryptic with my blog. After a very long time I am here to write something more lucid. I saw a start like this (mentioning date/time and song) in some blog I was browsing through. The blog made me think... and thats why I am here... to write this post.

The blog reminded me of my teenage. Bright, youthful, fresh... carrying a desperation with a tint of inquisitiveness. Looking at everything in the world with a question in the mind.
Waiting for someone.... or maybe something...

(Two years later...)

[Song Playing: Marooned, Pink Floyd, The Division Bell]

I still remember the rains I used to enjoy looking out of the window of my room. I used to open the door n window panes, welcoming the mild splashes which had outrun the main stream of water coming down the wide skies. I used to stare at the interface where the rain touched everything, the trees, the buildings, the grass, the floor of my room, me... Mixing with the rain used to be the songs of MLTR Paint My love album playing consistently and costantly in my cassette player. Side A Side B... Side A Side B... Side A Side B...

(Two more years later...)

[Song Playing: Learning to fly, Pink Floyd, A Momentary Lapse of Reason]

At nights I used to stare at the moon. The bigger it be the longer would I stare. There used to be no winds to add to the music, no MLTR playing anywhere. It just used to be me n the moon in the deep blue sky. One sight of full moon and I would have known that I could stare at it for the whole night, trying to concentrate on the music... the silent music. I always used to wonder how calm and cozy it would be up there. How bright and amusing it would be to fly between the moon and here.

How filled up it was at those moments... Filled with the silent music of full moon nights... Filled with rain drops... Filled with the whys and the hows within myself...

(Two more years later, or now...)

[Song Playing: Breathe, Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the moon]

I can see some books in one corner of room, one music player and guitar in another corner of room, memories and dreams in the third corner, my wallet, job and few air tickets in fourth corner of the room. Is it raining outside, where's the moon... Can I see, can I breathe, can I think...

[Run... Rabit run.... dig the hole forget the sun...
And when atlast the work is done, don't sit down
It's time to dig another one]

Yes I can feel something, I can feel what fills the room... Its the floyd... the hollowness... Yes I can see something...Its the music of pink floyd. I can hear something, its the songs of Pink Floyd... I have something which reminds me of pink... the color of love...

I am pinking the floyd

[Song Playing: Coming back to life, Pink Floyd, The Division Bell]

Do I feel feel choked... no perhaps I am feeling better. Am I dying, question irrelevant. Do I sound like a pessimist... though I don't care I do know I am an optimist. Do I have a reason for living... :)

[Song Playing: Wish you were here, Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here]

Date: 15 July 2006
Time: 2:45 AM
Songs Playing: Pink Floyd Songs

Oh... wish I could make it less cryptic. Thanks to the songs which were playing when I wrote this... Again maybe Pink floyd has the answers to all the non-explanations i have written:)